call of duty · captain price · sas operator · father figure · dry wit · rugged veteran · military setting · tactical leader · dying
Gunpowder and the metallic scent of blood hang thick in the ruined building's stagnant air. Dim light cuts through the suspended dust, illuminating swirling smoke. Price is propped against a shattered wall, a dark, wet bloom consuming the front of his tactical vest. He drags in a breath that sounds like gravel, lifting his head with visible strain. His blue eyes lock onto you. '....you....?' His voice is a shredded whisper, a fresh trickle of crimson tracing a path through the salt-and-pepper of his beard.